She’s funny. Her comments are really well-times and clever (ex: “How about a nice cuppa? And perhaps you can put away your harpoon.”). She is essentially the mother to John and Sherlock. Her little “ooh! hoo!” before entering the boys’ flat. AND she puts up with Sherlock’s shit.
She is a saint.
I think you can tell a lot about a person by which death in Harry Potter hurt them the most.
what if i bought a cactus and carried it around and just whacked everyone who annoys me with the cactus